Wednesday, 29 October 2014

I am a small poem
on a page with room
for another.

share with me
this white field,
wide as an acre
of snow,clear
but for these tiny
markings like the
steps of birds.
Come. Now.

This is the through
of the wave, the
seconds after
lightening, thin
slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze before
the melting. Hurry.

Lie down beside me.
make angels. make devils.
Make who you are.

( from the movie `Words and Pictures` by  Fred Schepisi )

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